this madness of now

Guilt was a past emotion, for Ronin - one he would spend the rest of his life running from, if he had to. All that mattered here and now was the heat building at the base of his spine, the feeling of Remi within and without, the claws and teeth and everything that made up his husband as close as he could get them. He didn't try to stifle the moans of pain and pleasure thrumming from his chest and throat; morphs of Remi's name and expletives and gasps for breath rolling into one. The hand not gripping the alchemist for purchase had reached up to tangle hard into his curls, and as Remi drove himself deeper and harder with each thrust, Ronin barely needed further encouragement. "R-remi--!" It was a miracle that the hunter could even speak coherently enough to call his lover's name, every part of him snapping and releasing, it seemed, as he was forcefully pushed over the brink and into orgasm. Ronin shuddered, already missing the build up and resenting the release, but melting bonelessly against Remi nonetheless. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.